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“What the **** do you mean ‘closed’!?”, the young man yells to the empty store. The door has a pretty big lock and chain protecting, right underneath a sign sitting smugly reading “Sorry, we are closed for now. Have a nice day”. The smiley face seems like he is mocking him.

He only grumbles in frustration. There’s nothing he can do after all, and looking around he only sees the same disappointed faces. Counting, there are only around three or four people, all like himself, clad in winter clothes even though it’s June. He covers his eyes against the sudden gust of wind that blows up the street.

There’s not much left anyway, and they are not quite looting. The initial rush gone, they are just walking the aisles looking for the essentials. They congregate at the instant ramen aisle, quietly distributing the few dozen packs between them.

“So, how about that weather?” one of them says with a smile on his face. He was probably the clbum clown before. Laughter goes around, dark survivor humor. He remembers reading about it, comedy to face the end of humanity. He laughs too, trying not to think about things.

He walks away, finding a few cartons of cigarettes. It’s a neat find.

“Found cigs, someone smokes?” he yells. Afterward, he reflects on why he did that. He could have kept them all for himself, he could have walked out silently.

“I do”. Someone strolls from the shadows and grabs a single carton, leaving the rest for him. “Finder’s fee” he smiles before walking off to the liquors.

This isn’t how he imagined the end of the world to be.

“It’s because we have nothing to look forward to now. There are no survivalists or looters trying to save up on food and supplies. Nobody cares.” A voice sounds beside him, coming from some guy in glbumes, looking around the magazine stacks. “That’s why there’s nobody on the streets, every one is busy ****ing until the end.”

“Normalfabulous persons.” The young man mutters, testing his luck.

His companion cracks a smile and adjusts his lenses. “What about power suppression?”

“**** that,” he answers back. “Have you checked the boards? Nothing but last attempts to meet up, spend some time with another human being.”

“And you?” he straightens himself, picking one of the cartons he holds in his basket.

“Watching all the anime I can before the generator runs out.”

“That’s a nice way to go.” He turns away, aiming for the broken window. “It was good meeting you anonymous, thanks for the smokes.” He adjusts his glbumes again and jumps out to the street.

My name is Alex, and I’m eighteen. I don’t think I’m mentally ill, but my Mother died a few months ago. Ever since then, I’ve become really cold. Even before my Mom died, she kept me inside most of the time and didn’t let me out when it was dark. I am a very sheltered kid, and now that she is gone, I’m really sick of a few things.

Sometimes, in clbum, I just want to kill people. I don’t know why I want to kill people, but it’s usually the jocks who are mean to others. It’s not like they hurt me; I am invisible to them, and they don’t notice me. I’m average and just mundane. I could probably kill fifty people and hide them in the corner of my room, and they would probably never notice me.

There’s this girl in my clbum, and she’s really shy and stuff. I don’t know, but I think I want to enjoy her. I watched a few shows on television, and I think she’s pretty and quiet. I really wanna hear her scream or something.

I want to hear her scream my name and cry. I want her to feel the pain I’ve felt for all these years.

Am I weird? Really, I just wanna be normal.